Pretty much anyone who has met me for more than five minutes can tell you that I have no great love of Alaska. Actually I have no love for Alaska. But I have been here for five long years. I like to count it in winter, I have been here for five long, cold, dark, and snowy winters. My motto was “Winter is coming.” Read the Clash of Kings books if you don’t know what I am talking about. Anyway in Alaska winter is always coming. Especially this summer which never really got here and fall has already come and gone.
I don’t want people to think that I am getting all sentimental on this place and I don’t want to leave. That is not the case at all, but I am going to do something new and the unknown isn’t always understood. I am a bit cautious about what I am going to. There are so many people that I am going to miss from here. The people I worked with, the ladies at my LYSes, people from other various places.
But at the same time this has been a surreal experience. I mean I think it is normal to be scared to run outside. I could get moose stomped or eaten by a bear. I am tired of walking through huge snow drifts. The two weeks on negative twenty. It is totally normal to me to not see the sun for months at times since it is only out for four hours and I am normally at work in a building without windows during that time. It seems normal to have my windows covered with poster board so I can sleep in the summer. It is good that I am going back to the real world. I am not sure if I am becoming one of them, but I cannot allow it. Alaska you can keep your new Target, I am going back home to the lower 48 and home of free shipping.
I just want everyone to remember that it was never about the people, the job, or the mission. I will miss them all. In just a few days I get to say goodbye Alaska, I get to be tan again, and I can run outside. It feels good!